Poetry International Poetry International
Gedicht

Mois Benarroch

A DISAPPEARING PEOPLE

I don’t know why
for twenty years
I’ve only met crazy people
telling me
this is the end
of the Jewish people
everything is going to collapse
if this and that happens
I’ve only met
prophets of daily disaster
for whom I forecast
whole moons of bliss.
Why do they always speak
about the vanishing
Jewish people
they were always vanishing
and I see only
immigrants and more immigrants
houses and more houses
roads and more roads
children building cities
children coming back to their own borders.
Nobody knows where the frontiers are
and after two thousand years
of exile
I wish us
two thousand years
of borders.

A DISAPPEARING PEOPLE

Mois Benarroch

Mois Benarroch

(Marokko, 1959)

Landen

Ontdek andere dichters en gedichten uit Israël

Gedichten Dichters

Talen

Ontdek andere dichters en gedichten in het Hebreeuws

Gedichten Dichters
Close

A DISAPPEARING PEOPLE

A DISAPPEARING PEOPLE

I don’t know why
for twenty years
I’ve only met crazy people
telling me
this is the end
of the Jewish people
everything is going to collapse
if this and that happens
I’ve only met
prophets of daily disaster
for whom I forecast
whole moons of bliss.
Why do they always speak
about the vanishing
Jewish people
they were always vanishing
and I see only
immigrants and more immigrants
houses and more houses
roads and more roads
children building cities
children coming back to their own borders.
Nobody knows where the frontiers are
and after two thousand years
of exile
I wish us
two thousand years
of borders.
Sponsors
Gemeente Rotterdam
Nederlands Letterenfonds
Stichting Van Beuningen Peterich-fonds
Prins Bernhard cultuurfonds
Lira fonds
Versopolis
J.E. Jurriaanse
Gefinancierd door de Europese Unie
Elise Mathilde Fonds
Stichting Verzameling van Wijngaarden-Boot
Veerhuis
VDM
Partners
LantarenVenster – Verhalenhuis Belvédère